When the same thing happened to me, the time came to see the Chief Psychiatrist. A nurse was with me, sitting in the chair beside me. Dr. Kaplan looked over the notes as I gazed out the window looking at the beautiful view of Lake Michigan behind him. He was aware of my PTSD, my childhood trauma, my impending nervous breakdown. He looked up at me and said “So you’ve had a fucked up life…WHO CARES?!” Never again, Ever.